Beast's Calamity

Before the Nine-Tails, Senju Hashirama's figure was scarcely bigger than an ant. He landed atop a treetop and said solemnly, "Madara, I think we can still talk. Are you really going to destroy our own village with your own hands? What about the dream we once had? We sacrificed so much for that dream—

—and now you want to deny all of it?"

"I've already... had enough of your nonsense!"

Uchiha Madara was utterly unmoved. He casually took out and opened a Ninja Tool Scroll, and the Uchiha Gunbai and a scythe appeared in his hands at the same time.

The Eternal Mangekyo slowly spun. Receiving the command, the Nine-Tails immediately let out a furious roar, unleashing an indescribably immense and evil surge of chakra that whipped up a hurricane.

The surrounding trees were all torn from the ground. Senju Hashirama leaped high into the air.

Uchiha Madara formed hand seals in an instant, his right eye Eternal Mangekyo turning slightly. "Fire Style: Great Flame Dragon Dance!"

With a roar, an enormous fire dragon dozens of meters long spewed forth. Like a flaming dragon capable of ending the world, it continuously raised the surrounding temperature, evaporating the moisture in the air into drifting white vapor.

The moment he finished casting the jutsu, Madara shouted, "Hashirama, you'd better show me what you're really capable of. If you lose, I'll bury Konoha with my own hands. I mean every word."

As he continuously dodged, Senju Hashirama's gaze hardened, and his heart sank further and further. He knew Madara was forcing his hand, but he also knew it was the truth. With Madara's personality, if he dared say it, he would truly do it afterward.

"If that's the case, then as you wish."

Senju Hashirama gritted his teeth, his gaze gradually turning sharp.